CHAPTER 190

Nash frowned, his concern evident. “It’s clear that you passed out earlier. It’s safer for you to get checked.”

Nina adjusted her clothes, her eyes fixed on the blood staining Nash’s hands. “I think you need the check-up more than I do.” She hurriedly got out of bed and added, “I just have a small cut on my neck. It just needs bandaging. Doctor, please attend to Mr. York first.”

Nash squinted at Nina, sensing that something was amiss. She seemed different, as if she were hiding something. She declined the check-up but then secretly went to a private hospital. What could she be up to?

The doctor, observing their disagreement, intervened. “Mr. York, allow me to tend to your wounds first.”

Nash didn’t respond directly to the doctor but instead questioned Nina, “You don’t want a check-up, yet you sneak off to a private hospital. Is there something you’re hiding from me?” His gaze grew cold once more, and his tone became distant.

Nina felt nervous on the inside but kept a calm exterior as she locked eyes with him. “I went to a private hospital for the sake of my personal privacy. However, now I don’t feel the need for a check-up because I’m fine.”

Nash didn’t quite understand. “You’re not a public figure, so why do you need privacy?”

Nina’s mind raced as she quickly came up with an excuse. “Last time, I was live-streamed outside the company, which caused a big commotion. People even doxed me. I’m worried, so I have reservations. You’re overthinking, and I have nothing to hide from you.

“Furthermore, your suspicions were common in the past. Even if I stay in the hospital for a few days, you’d be too busy with work to notice.”

Nash pursed his lips upon hearing this, his gaze fixed on her. “Are you blaming me?”

“No, I’m stating facts,” Nina met his gaze directly. “Thank you for saving my life today. You’ve helped me a lot, and I’m grateful.”

Although her words lacked love, she genuinely felt thankful. Nash didn’t appreciate the formal tone. He was her husband, and helping her in times of trouble was his duty.

But her words made it seem like he was just some stranger helping others in need.

True, she had handed him divorce papers, so in Nina’s eyes, he was someone to be thanked.

Nash’s tone turned colder as he questioned, “Did you actually mean it when you handed the divorce papers to Miranda to give to me?”

Even though he was aware of the truth, he still sought confirmation, sometimes without even knowing what he hoped to hear.

Nina became tense. It was true that

she had prepared the divorce papers but they were not supposed to be delivered that day. They were meant to wait until their agreement expired.

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However, Miranda’s provocation that day caused Nina to lose control. Despite knowing they were on the same page, she acted out of character and handed the papers to Miranda directly. But that was no

longer important.

A few seconds later, she looked at Nash and maintained her composure. “Yes, it was just a coincidence that day and it happened to be convenient,” she said casually.

He should have realized long ago

that she was no longer invested. Nash tightly clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and spoke again with an icy voice.

“Nina, hearing you casually talk like this, ‘convenient’? In your eyes, I seem to have become nothing but trash.”